When In Cancun

I opened one eye, revealing the little three year old. Her brown hair was wild and curly from just waking up and she was in her little mermaid night gown. She was in the process of trying to wake up her mom, which is a difficult task, I know from experience. I knew she was trying to be quite so she wouldn't wake me as well, though it wasn't helping that she was shaking Emma who was still in my arms.

"What sweety?" Emma asked, her voice clouded with sleep. I adored the sound of her voice in the morning.

"Shh! You'll wake Daddy." Peyton whisper yelled. I gave Emma a light squeeze letting her know
I was already awake, she responded by running her hand on my forearm, soothingly. "We have to make him breakfast!"

"Oh of course! Go wake up your brother and i'll meet you down stairs in five minutes."

"Okay!" She cheered and hopped off of our bed before padding out the door. Once she was gone Emma rolled over so we were face to face.

"Morning." I smiled at her. She was always so gorgeous when she woke up. I don't know how she managed to look perfect every second of the day.

"Happy Birthday Baby." She smiled and leaned in to peck my lips lightly.

"Will it be a happy morning?" I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively.

"No time for that Daddy. I have to go make sure our kids don't burn the kitchen down."

"Don't go." I pouted, pulling her closer.

"Sorry, Peyton's orders." She laughed and I reluctantly let her get up from the bed. I watched her as she moved around the room, fixing her hair into a bun. Ever since the kids, we had to start putting clothes back on after any nightly fun. I missed waking up to her naked body. It was still as perfect as the day I met her. I don't think she aged at all.

"Come back to bed." I whined, it was colder without her.

She laughed and came back to give me one last chaste kiss. "Sleep for a little longer and then come down, act surprised." She gave me a stern look before leaving me alone.

Falling back asleep was useless, so I decided to get up and use the bathroom.

I stared into the mirror, running hand through my now natural brown hair color. I had stopped dying it about a year before the boys and I put an indefinite hold on our career. I frowned at the permanent wrinkles by my eyes. That's what I get for smiling so much, I couldn't help it though, not with how amazing my life turned out.

Emma and I had gotten married a year after I proposed. We had a destination wedding. Originally it was going to be in Tuscany, Emma had family there and it wasn't too far for mine to fly from Ireland. It was all planned but it didn't feel right. I took a leap of faith, knowing how women get about planning their weddings, and rearranged everything so it would take place on the beach in cancun. Of course Emma being Emma didn't give a shit about being a part of the plans. She was so excited when I told her, she even started crying.

Three years later we had our now six year old son Nolan. Followed by his three year old sister Peyton.

We decided to move to Ireland five years ago, wanting to raise Nolan in a big house rather than a flat in a big city. We still have our place in London for when we visit the boys on some weekends or if Emma and I have obligations to be there. The kids love London, it's our home away from home, along with Emma's grandmother's house in New York. Emma purchased it with part of her trust-fund, she couldn't bare the thought of giving it up. So whenever we visit her family we stay there. Definitely a win win for me because her mother can be a bit high maintenance when it comes to us not visiting enough. My mother on the other hand was ecstatic. Her son, daughter in law, and grandchildren were just a short drive away from her. She's constantly popping in, it can be a bit irritating but after being away from home so often I've grown to appreciate my time with her.
Greg took over our fathers auto body business a while ago. Now with my singing career on hold, he offered to turn it into a partnership between the two of us. It's been going great for the last four and a half years.

I still have requirements for One Direction, the boys and I will have interviews here and there, once and a while we are called into the record label, and we are always being invited to events or award shows. We attend every now and then just to show the fans that we haven't forgotten them. Management is in the process of planning a sort of 'come back' tour for us. It won't be for another two or three years. It's going to be amazing getting everyone back together again. I hope to be able to bring my wife and kids along even if only for a month. I couldn't bare to be away from them for six months with only short breaks to go home every so often.
After shaving and running my hands threw my now fully brown head of hair, I decided it was time for Daddy to wake up.
"Something smells delicious!" I called as I entered the state of the art kitchen. When we first looked at the house, the kitchen wasn't all that great. We fell in love with everything else about the home, the size, the neighborhood, the six bedrooms, the yard, etc. the only problem was the poorly updated kitchen. Emma insisted she didn't mind, but I was set on my girl having the kitchen she dreamed of. I made a few calls and a week later I surprised her with it fully renovated.

"Daddy!" My little Peyton shouted and took a running leap into my arms. I spun her around in a
big hug. "Happy Birthday Daddy." She smiled brightly.

"Did you make all of this for me?!" She nodded eagerly.

"I'm a chef just like mommy." She was an exact copy of her mother, absolutely gorgeous. One look at her face and I felt the need to give her anything her little heart desired. I knew that I was going to regret spoiling her so much one day. Especially when boys started weaseling their way into the picture, I could hardly manage such a horrifying thought. I was already plotting against the first boy that tries to touch her. And from how beautiful she was there would be a whole line up of them, I was in for some trouble.

"Of course you are. Thank you so much Princess." I kissed her cheek and placed her down.

"Morning Dad! I got you the coolest present. I also brought the sports paper to the table for you."
Nolan proudly told me, his blue eyes lighting up. He had the same chubby face that I had as a child, my mother is constantly comparing my baby photos to his. It's quite freaky how similar we look.

"Good job my little man." I smiled and messed his hair, which always annoyed Emma greatly,
what was it with mothers and their son's hair? He gave me a big hug that warmed my heart. He was in the process of growing up and trying to act manly, apparently hugs and kissies weren't apart of that image. He has a soft spot for his mom though as all men seem to.

"No Happy Birthday?" Emma asked him as she came over to give me another kiss. I noticed her discreetly straightening Nolan's hair out, who was pouting at the gesture. I felt for the little guy.

"Oh right, Happy Birthday." He added pulling away from his mom and taking his seat at the table. Peyton was already stuffing her face, syrup dripping down her chin. I was relieved that I wouldn't be the one bathing her.

"Thanks Buddy." I told him, joining them. I piled my plate high with fluffy pancakes and practically moaned as I dug in. One of the best decisions I ever made was to marry a chef. Emma's food was sinfully delicious. I was one lucky bastard.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going tonight?" I asked Emma as she sat next to me with her hand on my thigh.

"Later," She smiled giving me my third kiss of the morning before scolding our daughter to not eat with her fingers.

"Are you going into the Bakery today?" I pouted.
Emma had to leave behind her restaurant in London, Andie still lives in the area so she has been running it while Emma handles certain things from a far, checking in whenever we fly to the city. She now owns a cafe like bakery in our town area. She's doing really well and loves it, as do the kids.

"Nope, I took the day off to be with my hubby on his wittwe biwfday." She cooed, pinching my cheek.

"I'm a man." I narrowed my eyes playfully. Thirty four was hardly little, dam I was getting old. She moved to sit in my lap, bringing her lips to my ear.

"I know." She whispered suggestively, her hot breath causing shivers down my neck. I wanted to growl and ravish her on the table, and I would have done just that if it weren't for the two children at the table, looking sickened by their parents show of affection.

I smirked and kissed her cheek, holding her against my chest.

"So what's the plan for daddy's birthday?" I asked.

"Beach!" Peyton cheered. "Yeah! Beach!" Nolan added.

"Hmm, well it's my day so I think I should chose." Both of their faces dropped to the floor.

"Looks like a sunny day, I could drag you three along to the golf course with me…" Peyton scowled in distaste. "But I think the best thing for such a gorgeous day would have to be.. the beach!"

"Yey!" They clapped their hands excitedly and ran off to go get ready. Our warm days were numbered with fall just around the corner so we might as well make the best of a perfect beach day, even if the closest one was by Dublin, two hours from Mullingar.

Emma got up from my lap and started cleaning the dishes. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and kissed the side of her neck.

"Wanna know why I picked the beach?" I whispered in her ear, I could feel her shiver in my arms and I smirked to myself.

"Because you love your children?"

"Very true... but mostly so I could enjoy their mommy in a bikini." I growled playfully, nipping on her ear lobe. She giggled and squirmed in my arms.

"Your very lustful this morning." She commented.

"Oh baby I always am when it comes to you."
She turned around in my arms and leaned up to connect our lips. I groaned and held her in place, deepening the kiss.

"Mommy!" Peyton's voice yelled from the top of the stairs. "I can't find my Little Mermaid bathing suit!" She sounded on the verge of tears.

I huffed in complaint when Emma pulled away from me.

"I'll call Denise and your mom to see if they want to meet us at the beach. I'm sure they want to see you today." She kissed me on the cheek before disappearing out of the kitchen.

………..


"Damn, Aunt Emma's fucking hot." A now sixteen year old Theo commented in approval. I smacked him on the back of the head.

"Your mother would freak if she heard you right now." Greg warned from my other side. The three of us were sat on beach chairs drinking beers, while the girls and Nolan were playing in the ocean.

"I obviously wouldn't say that in front of her. That's just weird."

"And having the hots for your aunt isn't?" I asked.

"It's not like she's blood. And I don't have the hots for her, I just think she's hot. There's a difference. Don't worry Uncle Ni, I wouldn't go there, if the opportunity ever came I'd politely turn her down." He assured me. I rolled my eyes and smacked him on the head once more. The kid clearly needed to control his alcohol better, his liquid courage was through the roof. Any more comments and he's dead.

"You make your father so proud." Greg muttered sarcastically.

I laughed and focused my attention back on my wife. She was currently bent over fixing something with Peyton's bathing suit. I could feel my swim shorts tightening at the sight, she affected me so much without even trying. I couldn't blame Theo for thinking she was hot because she was, she was sexy, gorgeous, stunning, more than all of that actually.

Everywhere we went men stared at her, it pissed me off to no end. It's like she had some kind of spell over every Irish man she met. They were all captivated by her dark Italian beauty and American Accent. Too bad for them she was mine, all mine.

She stood up and my eyes darkened as they raked over her body, her long wet hair dripping down her back. Peyton ran off back to my mom, they were building a sand castle together, leaving Emma and Denise standing along the shore line. They were laughing about something, I wasn't sure until Emma shot me a glance, smirked and winked. Denise must have caught me eyeing my wife's perfect bum.

"Daddy!" My head turned to the familiar voice, seeing Nolan run towards me. "Come in the ocean with me and Reagan! We're jumping over waves!" He grabbed my hand and tried to pry me out of my chair.

"Yes waves!" I got up and handed my beer to Greg before lifting my son over my shoulder and running to the ocean. He laughed uncontrollably, making me grin. I spotted the fourteen year old Reagan and smirked. She was in the ocean still, looking a little too friendly with a blonde lad for my liking. I charged towards them and tackled her under water with Nolan still in my arms. She screamed as we went under. When we surfaced she was shooting daggers at me.

"Go away Uncle Niall." She widened her eyes pleadingly, flickering them to the guy she had been flirting with. I smiled smugly and threw an arm around her shoulder as Nolan hopped on her, piggy back style.

"Whats the matter Ray Ray?" I grinned.

"Don't call me that!" She groaned.

"Who are you?" I asked the dude, giving him a defensive look.

"Kevin sir, I go to school with Reagan. Are you her father?" He held his hand out to me.

"Uncle." I replied shaking it, my grip the slightest bit too tight. I smirked inwardly when he flexed his hand as we pulled away.

"Oh right of course, my older sister loves your band."

"Well you can tell her Niall says hey."
"Yeah I think she'll pass out on me." He joked and I almost chuckled but wanted to keep my protective Uncle front.

"So, let's cut to the chase. What are your intentions with my niece?"

"Oh my god!" Reagan groaned attempting to pull away from me. "Don't listen to him." She
begged Kevin.

"Hey, hey, let the kid talk."

"Um… well," he nervously looked to Reagan, face flushed. I beamed, waiting to see what he would come up with.

"Uh, Uncle Ni, you might want to look over there." Raegan smiled looking smugger than I had just felt. Confused I followed to where she pointed, first I spotted Emma, she would stand out anywhere, that's when I noticed the huge bloke who was no doubt hitting on her.

My eye's narrowed. "Watch Nolan." I snapped to her before making my way back to shore. The guy glared at me as I approached wrapping a possessive arm around my wife.

"Hi baby." Emma smiled up at me, and rose on her toes to peck my lips. I held her against me and kissed her a bit fiercer than I normally would in public. When we pulled away I gave Emma a smile before scowling at the man who was clearly ogling my girl's body. "Ni, this is Shane.
He's a regular at the bakery."

"Nice to meet you." He fake smiled and held out his hand, I shook it since I didn't want to upset my wife. "Emma makes the best cakes in town." He told me as if I hadn't already realized. I had a hunch he went in the bakery for more than just the food.

"I know. She brings them home for me, all of the time." I tightly smiled right back, two can play at this game asshole.

"Your a lucky man." I didn't miss the longing look he shot her.

"I'm well aware." I gritted, pulling her closer to me.

"Alright, well I should get going, I'll see you Monday Emma." He winked and jogged away. My glare following his back.

Emma's hand on my cheek was what made me look down at her. She had a concerned look on
her face, she knew how I got when I was jealous. I thought I handled that pretty well.

"I don't like him." I told her.

"I don't care for him either, but he's a customer so I have to be polite."

"Does he make passes on you?" I growled. If my wife was being sexually harassed I was about to blow up on this beach and kill that man in front of my family.

"No, just innocent flirting here and there. I try my best to hide in the back when he comes in
anyway." She smiled innocently making me chuckle back.

"Good." I kissed her lips and ran my hands down the curvy sides of her body.

…

A few hours later we were all getting ready to go back home. I had an exhausted Peyton in my arms with bags and beach chairs hanging over my shoulders.

I had just unlocked the car and was about to place my daughter in her car seat when my mother
moved in the way stopping me.

"Oh no, the kids are coming with me." She said, pulling Peyton from my arms who happily snuggled into her grammy.

"What do you mean?"

"Ask your wife." She smirked suggestively, making me slightly uncomfortable that it was
coming from my mother. I looked for Emma who was setting Nolan in my moms car. After kissing his cheek she shut the door and walked over to where I was standing. She wrapped her arms around my waist and looked up at me with a mischievous smile.

"I thought we'd stay in Dublin for the night." She whispered.

"Oh?" I smirked down at her and she nodded.

"I got us a hotel." She ran her fingers up and down my bicep.

"Let's fucking go then." I eagerly opened the car door for her and ran around to the driver seat.

………


"Niall!" Emma screamed as I steadied her hips and pounded up into her. "Holy shit Ni, don't stop." She moaned and threw her head back, the sound practically making me combust on the spot. Not to mention the sight of her perky breasts bouncing up and down. Her on top was most definitely my favorite position.

"Fuck baby, you look so hot." I grunted and flipped us over so I could get a better angle.
Her hands grasp my hair and pulled my face down to hers. She attempted to kiss me but ended up moaning loudly into my mouth and I didn't think I could hold on much longer. When I felt her walls clench tightly around me I almost sighed in relief.

"I'm gonna-" She didn't get to finish her sentence as she cried out, coming undone around me. She was always so loud, I knew it embarrassed her but god I fucking loved it. I pulled out as her body went limp and came on her stomach with a loud groan.

I collapsed next to her burying my face in her sweaty neck. Getting a hotel was definitely my best birthday present...ever.

"Why'd you do that?" She breathed after a few seconds.

"Hmm?" I mumbled.

"Why'd you pull out?" She asked, specifying her question. I frowned slightly. I noticed she hadn't been taking her birth control the past few mornings, she always takes it right when she wakes up, keeping it in her bedside table. I figured the other days she must have taken it later but today I knew she didn't. I don't really know why I pulled out I guess. We hadn't planned on trying for a baby and I knew if that's why she stopped taking them she would have talked to me first. I just assumed she was being forgetful.

"Well I saw that you didn't take your pill this morning." I shrugged, not understanding the big deal.

"Oh." She mumbled and got out of bed, walking to the bathroom. I stared after her in confusion and frowned when she shut the door behind her.

I was about to go after her but the knock on the door stopped me. "Room Service." I huffed and
threw on a pair of sweat pants to let the guy in.

"Thank you." I tipped the waiter and he left seeming very grateful. I left the food by the table and decided to go after Emma. I was happy to find that she didn't lock me out. She was in the shower so I slipped my pants off and stepped under the water with her. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, and smiled when she leaned back into me.

"What's the matter babe?" I asked kissing her neck.

"Do you want another one?" She whispered.

"What?"

"Another baby."

I froze for a second but quickly covered my shock as she turned around to face me. I tightened my arms around her pulling her closer to me. Was this why she stopped taking her pills? I didn't know why she wouldn't talk to me first.

"You know I wan't whatever makes you happy."

"But would it make you happy? Another child?" I thought about it and I actually liked the idea. I
only had one sibling and it would have been nice to have two. If that's what Emma wants I would be more than willing to have a third baby with her.

"Yes, very." I answered honestly. She smiled and tears began to form in her eyes.

"Really?"

"Of course. Don't cry love." I wiped a few tears away. "We can start trying right now." I wiggled my eyebrows and pushed her against the shower wall.

She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck. "There's no need to try."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion before it dawned on me. "Your.."

She bit her lip and nodded. "I'm pregnant."

I grinned so widely, I must have looked ridiculous. Butterflies filled my stomach, in the good kind of way. "Your pregnant." I laughed and lifted her into my arms crushing her against me. I would have spun around if we weren't in the slippery shower, not taking risks anymore. She wrapped her legs around my waist and giggled once more. I rested her against the wall and looked down at her stomach. Our baby was in there. It still blew my mind, it wasn't as shocking as when she told me about Nolan, but I still could hardly fathom the idea that we were creating another life.

I dipped my head and kissed the smooth skin of her tummy before gently running my hand across it. It was so flat but in a few weeks it would start to show, then she would have this huge belly with my baby in it. She was going to hate it and cry over how 'fat' she was. When she was pregnant with Peyton she threw all of my shoes at me one day when I got home and found her crying in the bedroom. She spotted me and started screaming 'You did this to me!' I wanted to laugh so badly but I knew it would just upset her further. I loved pregnant Emma, even though she drove my crazy and was more hormonal than a teen going through puberty.

Another Plus, pricks like that Shane guy would know she was more than taken.

"How far are you? When did you find out? How did you find out." I had a million questions.

"I'm a little over two weeks." She told me. "It was actually your mom that noticed, she said something was different about me and I went to the doctor last week and found out she was right." I smiled at this, my mother was too observant for her own good. "So I stopped taking birth control, which
I must have forgotten one morning since it apparently didn't work."

"I don't even care, I'm just so happy right now Em." I leaned down and kissed all over her face.
She laughed and squirmed as I moved to her neck. "I would have told you sooner but I wanted to wait for your birthday."

"Best Birthday Present Ever. Thank you so much." I brought my face up and kissed her deeply, before pushing my member, that had been hard since seeing her naked body in the shower, into her slowly.

"Fuck," She moaned and threw her head back, tightening her legs around my waist.
The best part about pregnant Emma, she was always horny.

…………


8 months later

"How are my three girls this morning?" I asked as I walked in to the kitchen. Peyton was sitting at the breakfast bar still in her pajamas and eating her favorite cereal, lucky charms. She insists that my mate Jeremy looks exactly like the guy on the box. It's pretty hilarious how grumpy he get's every time she brings it up.

"Good Daddy!" She smiled with a spoonful in her mouth.

"Wonderful Princess." I kissed her head before walking around to my wife wrapping her in my
arms. "And how's my other little princess?" I cooed bending down so I was talking to her stomach.

"We don't know if the baby's a girl." Emma said, I could here the smile in her voice as she ran
her fingers through my hair. I kissed her belly before standing up right and grinning at her.

"I have a hunch." I shrugged, leaning in to kiss her good morning. We opted to not find out the sex and it's been killing me. It was all Emma's idea, if it were up to me we would have found out the first second possible like we did with Nolan and Peyton. My wife thought it would be exciting to try something different this time.

"Okay," she smiled. "Your taking Nolan to school?" She asked, going back to spreading peanut butter on the bread.

"Sure." I kissed her cheek. "What about Peyton?"

"I'll drop her off at pre-school on my way to the bakery. Sweetie, go up stairs and put on the clothes I laid out." Emma told our daughter who had finished all the marshmallows in her bowl and was now digging through the box for more, no doubt something she picked up from her brother.

"Okay." She sighed stuffing a handful in her mouth before scurrying away.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take her. Maybe you should take the day off as well. You need rest."

"No, I'm fine."

"Please Em. I'm going to be worried about you. You shouldn't be working anymore."

"I'm pregnant, I'm not handy cap Ni." Emma growled at me as she finished packing the kids lunches.

"I know, I just think you should start taking it easy, you just hit eight and a half months, the
doctor said we should be ready for any day now."

"My due date's not for two weeks, there's things I need to do at the bakery. I need to go in. I'll stay home next week."

"If it's about the fudge brownies I'll stop by on my way home and bring a box of-"

"Niall Horan don't you dare finish that sentence." My extremely hormonal wife glared daggers
into my face, it was quite an amusing yet frightening sight.

"I don't mean it like that Love. I just know that you've been bringing them home every night and..." I trailed off taking in her furious face.

"What? Am I not allowed to eat brownies now? What can I do anymore Ni? I surely can't fit in my clothes anymore! I'm disgusting and a whale! My own husband won't even look at me anymore. I'm huge and your body gets to stay perfect and-" I sensed a break down coming so I quickly gathered her into my arms, holding her from her side so her stomach wouldn't be in the way. I buried my face in her sweet smelling hair and placed a soft kiss there.

"Shh baby, your acting crazy."

"Oh great. Now I'm hideous and crazy." She choked out, trying to push me away.

"No, no I meant that your crazy if you think I don't take every chance I can get to stare at your perfect body and gorgeous face. Your so beautiful Emma, and the sight of you carrying our child just drives me even crazier."

She sniffled and looked up at me. "Really?"

"Really," I smiled. "You always look stunning without even meaning to. Whenever you walk into
a room you take my breath away."

"Now your just trying to make me feel better." She rolled her eyes.

"Hey, I'd never lie to you baby, ever. I'm so lucky because most husbands have to feel guilty about telling their wives they look beautiful if it's the opposite. Me, my wife is always gorgeous so i'll never have to worry about that."

She smacked me on the chest but the smile on her face told me it worked. I grinned and leaned down to peck her on the lips, but ended up going for a longer passionate kiss. When we pulled away I rested my forehead against hers.

"I love you Niall."

"God, I love you too, so so much baby."

"Ew gross!" Nolan groaned when he walked into the kitchen.

"Get over it little man." I laughed walking to the counter to pour coffee in my to-go cup. "You all ready to go?"

"Yeah, I just need you to sign something quick."

"Sign what?" Emma asked.

"Nothing, just this thing." He replied, digging through his back pack. Emma turned to me with an eyebrow raised, I just shrugged. He pulled out what looked like a note and pushed it in front of me, he was quite obvious in his attempts to hide it from his mother.

"Let me see that." She snapped which made Nolan give me a pleading look. I quickly scanned the letter, it was from his teacher -Dear Mr and Mrs. Horan ...Nolan has been acting up in class... bullying another student- cut her hair- pushed her down- ruined drawing- I would like a conference with either or both of you...Thank you, Mrs. Shields.

I smiled and shook my head, it seems my boy here has a little crush. Emma snatched the note
from me, looking it over.

"Nolan!" She gasped. "What's gotten into you?"

"I'm sorry mommy." He looked at his feet with a pout.

"This un-exceptable behavior. You better apologize to this pour little girl."

"No!" He looked up wide eyed. "The other boys will make fun of me again!"

"Wait, whose making fun of you?" I frowned.

"Kieran said I liked Ailey and all the boys laughed at me!"

I gave Emma a knowing look, letting her know i'd handle it. She sighed before attempting to bend to fix his hair. She cupped his cheeks giving him a stern look. "Apologize to Ailey, if you want her to like you then be a gentleman. If those other boys give you a hard time tell they have to go through your pregnant mommy." Nolan made a disgusted face when she kissed all over his cheeks.

I laughed while signing the note and gave Emma one more kiss goodbye. "Come on little man, we need to have a little talk." I grabbed Nolan's bag and pushed him towards the front door.

"No video games for a week!" Emma called behind us.

"Aw, come on mom!" He groaned.

"You don't want to test mommy, she's scary." I whispered loud enough so she would hear.

"I heard that Niall Horan!"

"I love you! Tell Peyton I love her and call me if anything!" I shouted, shutting the front door behind me with a smile.

"I just think she's pretty. And she's nice." He admitted. "But I don't like her."

"If she's nice than why would you be mean to her?"

"Because they other boys will make fun of me if I'm nice to her."

"Then those other boys are going to have a lot of trouble with the ladies when their older, trust me. We're Horan men, we have a certain charm with the females, and we would never be cruel to one. I bet if you apologize to Ailey and ask her to play with you, she will."

"I don't know. She doesn't like me anymore."

"That's because you were mean to her. Show her that your not actually mean, and that your a
great little dude and she will like you in no time."

"Why?"

"Horan charm. Remember that." I smirked.

"Okay. I'll apologize."

"Good idea."

We got out of the car and I walked him to the front door of the school where kids were running
in.

"Love you kiddo."

"Love you dad. Thanks." He smiled and hugged me quick before charging up the school steps and into the building.

Work was busy as usual. I finished up two cars, and went through important paperwork. I was in the middle of a call with a top client, some big shot with over fifty cars, when our receptionist beeped in.

She knew how serious this phone call was, so it frustrated me that she would be interrupting. I ignored her call, but then it rang again and I figured something had to be up.

"I'm going to have to put you on hold Mr. Montgomery."

"I don't hold Horan, I have a hectic schedule as it is." The middle aged man growled. Greg took
that moment to barge in to my office. The look of panic/excitement on my face, said it all.

"Bring the car in tomorrow, we'll have it fixed within the hour." I rushed before hanging up.

"Where is she?" I asked, shooting up from my chair, and shoving random shit in my bag.

"Mom and Denise got her from the bakery, they're on their way to the hospital."

My heart was racing out of my chest as Greg and I sprinted out the doors. I drove like a madman, and I must have scared all of the nurses from the way I barged in to the hospital Lobby.

"Emma Horan." I hastily told the lady behind the desk. She took her time typing crap into her computer, giving me a curious glance.

"Who are you sir? Only family is permitted in-"

"I'm her goddamn husband!" I snapped.

She gave me a dissaproving glare, at my tone. "Room 201."
I didn't waste another second before sprinting up the stairs, I had no patience for elevators. I heard the loud screaming, of what could only be my wife. My panic rose as I barged through the door.

She was was propped up on the bed, wearing a hospital gown. My mother held her hand and
they were breathing in and out. When she spotted me rage filled her eyes, I knew exactly what was coming and had to surpress a smile. I learned the hard way from laughing at her while she gave birth to Nolan.

"You asshole!" She yelled at me. "Where the hell were you! You did this to me god- ow- it
fucking hurts."

"Shh, baby I know. Just relax." I walked up to her, taking her free hand and soothingly massaging her fingers.

"Don't tell me to fucking relax Ni."

The doctor came back in to the room followed by the nurse. He checked her breathing and contractions before a smile took over his face. "We're ready." He announced just as Emma let out another glass cracking wail.

"It's a boy!" The doctor informed us proudly. Emma squeezed my hand with what little energy
she had left. She was sweaty and beat, but she never looked more beautiful.

"Let me hold him." She whimpered, tears streaming down her face. My heart stopped as the
little baby boy came into view. My son.

The doctor handed Emma the still bloodied baby, now wrapped in a soft towel. She laughed through her tears, lightly brushing her fingers over his small cheek. She looked up at me and I leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead then her lips, before studying my baby boy.
He had stopped crying a few moments after being in his mommy's arms. His eyes were shut, and he curled into his mother. He had a full head of dark hair, and the chubbiest cheeks. I knew my mom would get a kick out of them. She was standing on the other side of the bed, a proud smile on her face as she silently cried. It was probably taking all of her effort to give us a moment before she bombarded her new grandson. Emma's family was still in New York, I knew she would be upset about that. They were flying in next week. No one expected the early birth.

"He's perfect." I told Emma to which she nodded.

"Beautiful." She whispered placing a soft kiss to his nose. "Hold him." She told me. I cautiously
took him from her arms. A warmth ran through me as I held my son for the first time.

"We'd like to take him to get cleaned up. If that's alright with you two." The nurse cut in our trance of starring at our boy. "He'll be back in a few minutes." she assured.

Emma was reluctant but we let the nurse carry him away. When he was gone the room door opened not a moment later. Greg, came in followed by my other two eager looking children.

"They wanted to see you." Greg smiled, he came over gave me a pat on the back before pulling
me in a hug. "Congratulations." He smiled. "Your lucky it's another little dude, for the sake of your grey hairs."

I had almost forgotten how certain I was that the baby was a girl. The idea seemed crazy now. Especially considering all of the trouble I was going to have warding off boys from Peyton. I didn't need to go through that twice.

"Where is he?!" Nolan asked, an excited smile on his face.

"I wanna hold my brother!" Peyton added.

"My babies." Emma cried and opened her arms to them, her hormones were practically through the roof. They both happily climbed on the bed getting comfy on either side of their mom. I smiled at the sight.

"Does he look like me Daddy?" Peyton asked.

I laughed, "It's hard to tell just yet, but I'm sure you'll look a lot alike."

The doctor and nurse came back in. The baby was all bundled up, and once again placed in his
mothers arms. The doctor approached us with a clip board in his hand.

"Have we decided on a name?" He asked.
Emma and I shared a quick smile before turning back to the doctor. "Riley James." We stated at the same time.
"Riley James Horan." The doctor repeated, scribbling it down.
I took that moment to look at my family. My three beautiful children, gorgeous wife. They were my world. I would literally do anything for any of them. A pleasant ache filled my heart, and a tear slipped down my cheek. I felt like the luckiest man in the world. Out of all my success in life, my family was my biggest pride.

Notes

I updated...finally!!! I hope you liked it... I wanted to add more but I just figured I could do that another time. I might write out the wedding, and I also was thinking about a chapter where Peyton is older and Niall and her brothers get protective of her with boys. (Either prom night or her wedding)

If your reading my other story Treacherous, I hope to have that updated really soon! I've been having trouble writing it, not sure if I want to add certain things or not. It's been difficult to decide and I've been working on it forever...it's a Halloween chapter and was supposed to be updated about two weeks ago lol. So sorry about that...

Anyway I loved writing about Niall and Emma and I'm going to miss this story. There more than likely will be another chapter. I just have to find the time to write it and keep up with my other story. I even had another idea for a new one but I suck at updating as it is...I'll maybe start it once I'm near the end of Treacherous.


Thank you to everyone reading!